I Taw I Taw a Taw!
Jun. 8th, 2013 03:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogContinuing with yesterday's Looney Tunes theme: two weekends ago, I chopped down a tree.
I cannot tell a lie. It was more "sawed, dug, pushed, pulled and dragged to its death," but there was at least some chopping in the transaction. It was a dead tree in the back yard that Eleanor selected for demolition, and after a relatively painless struggle, I'd sawed the tree into roughly three above-ground thirds, cut back its branches and stuck them and the top two thirds of the trunk into garbage cans, and then dug out the root ball containing the bottom third.
It's this bottom part that brings us back here today. The damn thing was too heavy to put into a can, so I wheelbarrowed it to the edge of the yard over Memorial Day weekend and dumped it at the curb in time for pickup on the day-delayed Friday of last week.
REEEEEE-jected!
Yard waste has to be in cans, you see. (Except when it doesn't have to. But a neighbor put out a good sixty feet of frontage worth of clear-cut branches in front of her house, and I think they were just being consistent.)
So I somehow wrestled the root ball of death into a can, laid it on the edge of our yard, and dragged it back out in time for this past Thursday's pickup. And once again,....
"The yard waste must fit entirely inside the can and may not protrude above the rim nor extend outside the circumference of the can itself. Okay, I'm making up the language of this rule, but it seems to be what they intend."
So today, it was back out there with the saw, to again chop the baby into thirds. The top and middle gave way, leaving the bottom, and the now somewhat eroded root ball, to cram into a can. A different can, because I managed to break off its axle while upending the can to get it out in the first place.
But they all fit now, leaving me the full expectation that I will come home next Thursday to an empty basket and a cry of
I cannot tell a lie. It was more "sawed, dug, pushed, pulled and dragged to its death," but there was at least some chopping in the transaction. It was a dead tree in the back yard that Eleanor selected for demolition, and after a relatively painless struggle, I'd sawed the tree into roughly three above-ground thirds, cut back its branches and stuck them and the top two thirds of the trunk into garbage cans, and then dug out the root ball containing the bottom third.
It's this bottom part that brings us back here today. The damn thing was too heavy to put into a can, so I wheelbarrowed it to the edge of the yard over Memorial Day weekend and dumped it at the curb in time for pickup on the day-delayed Friday of last week.
REEEEEE-jected!
Yard waste has to be in cans, you see. (Except when it doesn't have to. But a neighbor put out a good sixty feet of frontage worth of clear-cut branches in front of her house, and I think they were just being consistent.)
So I somehow wrestled the root ball of death into a can, laid it on the edge of our yard, and dragged it back out in time for this past Thursday's pickup. And once again,....
"The yard waste must fit entirely inside the can and may not protrude above the rim nor extend outside the circumference of the can itself. Okay, I'm making up the language of this rule, but it seems to be what they intend."
So today, it was back out there with the saw, to again chop the baby into thirds. The top and middle gave way, leaving the bottom, and the now somewhat eroded root ball, to cram into a can. A different can, because I managed to break off its axle while upending the can to get it out in the first place.
But they all fit now, leaving me the full expectation that I will come home next Thursday to an empty basket and a cry of